A perfect gentleman or so it would seem. He wanted to call me to chat before we met, who is the 1st guy who has ever wanted to talk on the phone. How endearing.

We chatted, it was natural, he emailed about making a date. We made one. He texted how he was so looking forward to our meeting. He had to cancel because of work we rescheduled for two days later. He picked the time and place. Fast forward three hours prior to the date, I get an email saying:

"i hope this isn't annoying, but i really can't meet you tonight or ever. I had a long draining conversation with my ex last night and I can't stop thinking about it. I'm not ready to date. sorry, good luck!"

Guys keep wishing me good luck, but it isn't coming my way.

UPDATE: October 2010

I woke up to a funny email from Ken with the subject line "Random email that you didn't expect to receive and that I don't expect a reply to"...

Honestly at first I thought it was spam because I didn't recognize his name, but I should of known. As my good friend often says "They always come back."

Ken jogged my memory about how were supposed to meet but his 'situation' (and I don't mean Jersey Shore kind of situation) with his ex-girlfriend got in the way and he wasn't ready to date at the time. He wanted to know if I am still single and willing to meet a semi-random stranger because and I quote "What's the worst that can happen?" It would be great to meet me sometime so please let him know.

I looked for his online profile again but I couldn't find it - he must have taken it down. Both curiosity and the potential that this meeting could be great fodder for my loyal blog readers compels me to respond.